Hasn't he told you what ails him?" "Why, massa, taint worf while for to git mad bout de matterMassa Will say noffin at all aint de matter wid himbut den what make him go bout looking dis here way, wid he head down and he soldiers up, and as white as a gose?

I found a nest of houses, drilled in every direction with narrow streets of labyrinthine crookedness, and amid which a miserable stream, probably the Gose, winds its sad and muddy way.